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Agenda: Payback (2018)
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Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh La da da da da da la la la da La da da da da da la la la La da da da da da la la la da La la da da da da la la Come on, come on Strut up to the scene like it's a party Let's all move together to the sound On this cloud nobody's gonna stop me Up so high I'm never coming down La da da da da da la la la da La da da da da da la la la Come on, come on La da da da da da la la la da La da da da da da la la la Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh You always tell me I look like a rock star When I roll through your town Oh, a heated fever rising in my headspace Up so high I'm never coming down Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again I'm never coming down again Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again Never coming down Never coming down again [keyboard clicking] STEVE: Ah, I don't think so, baby. I gotta fly to LA pretty early in the morning and meet with some of the investors, so... I could come with you. Yeah, not sure Rob would approve of that, do you? I don't really think I want him knowing about my investment in his wife. Right. That's right, baby. [giggles] Yeah. - [phone rings] - Shit. Mike, how's it hanging, my big man? Jesus fucking... No, no, no, not you. Mike, Mike, Mike. Listen, I hear what you're saying. You got nothing to be concerned about. But it's moving forward as planned. Look, I'm not happy about a delay either, Mike. I'm going through a patchy space. Hang on one second. Goddamn it, you are fucking beautiful. - Thank you. - Call me. I gave the architect an opportunity to give us an entire new level. You know what that means. Okay, you don't know what it means, but you know me, and I know what it means, so I can explain it you. Mike, look, I didn't mean to offend you. If I did, I apologize. Lucky for you, I found additional investors that put in twice what you put in. That's what allowed us the additional level. Ten extra units. I'll tell you what that does. Now, you invest X, it's all good, good. You don't get a return of Y. You get a return of Y and Z because that's how I roll, bitches! That sound good? All right, buddy. I'll talk to you soon. Son of a bitch. - Hey, Steve. - Yeah. [grunts] [phone rings] [ringing continues] Shit. Joan. Do you know what today is? Look, do you really think I'd forget? I will be there. You better. I'll see you later. [turn signal clicking] [grunting] [keyboard clicking] [snoring] [grunting] [gagging] [muffled screaming] [muffled screaming] [muffled screaming] If you wanna keep your tongue, you need to shut the fuck up. [muffled screaming] Shut the fuck up. Steve, you can scream all you want. We're in the ass end of nowhere. The only reason you are wearing that gag is because I cannot stand the sound of your fucking voice. [muffled] Fuck you! Fuck you! [groaning] Do we have an understanding? [grunting] Fine. Have it your way. [muffled] Hey! [calm grunting] Fuck, Peter. The fuck are you doing? The fuck am I? You outta your fucking mind? The fuck did I do to you? Huh? Where the fuck you going? Peter, don't you fucking leave me down here! The fuck is wrong with you? You piece of fucking shit! I swear to fucking God I'll kill you! You sick fucker! Peter! I see that flashing red light, you piece of shit! You're fucking looking at me, jerking off! [phone rings] [ringing continues] Hello? Yes. You received the details? You understand what I'm offering. You agree to the fee? Good. I'll forward you the address. Goddamn it. Fuck. Don't hang up. [phone vibrating] Son of a... [vibrating continues] Oh, fuck! Hello? Rose? Babe? Where the fuck are you, Steve? Fuck, Rose, listen to me. - God... - I called you three times, and I tried leaving a message for you at the hotel in LA, but you're not booked in. Rose! I just handed you a quarter of a million dollars. Do not treat me like a cheap whore. - Rose! - Glad you needed to get into my pants to get my husband's money? Rose, I do a lot of shit for money. Fucking you is not one of them. Rose, I just need your help, baby. Hey, what's going on, Steve? - Look... - Where are you? Rose, it's Peter Farrel. I'm in a fucking basement somewh... You're scaring me. Stop it and just tell me where you are. Goddamn it, Rose! Rose, send help. Rose, the motherf... Rose, I'm not fuck... You wanna tell her the truth? What is he talking about? What fucking truth? He's gonna kill me, Rose. I swear to God. - Rose, I'm not... - Sorry, Rose. Steve can't talk right now. Steve, I do not like this. - Say goodbye to Rose. - Rose, call the cops! Ro... [busy signal] Why? Why what? What? I can't tell if you're serious. Couldn't ask you why the fucking sky is blue. I'm fucking sitting tied to a chair in a fucking basement. I thought we were friends. I understand. Who is this? What? It's your family, Peter. 'Course it is. It's Joan! [groans] And? Why are you doing this? - And? - Talk to me, Peter. Look, it's your daughter. It's Estelle. Of course it's your daughter. Fuck! God! Fuck! What the fuck do you want from me, buddy? It's time for you to make amends. Tell me what you want! PETER: That's not how it works. Peter! I can fucking hear you walking around up there! Listen, whatever I did, I'm sorry. Is it about money? If it is, if you get me a bank and a routing number, I swear to God, it'll be in your account tomorrow. You can talk to me, Peter! Come on, buddy! I was gonna ask you to be my best man! [distant car approaching] Is it about the movie? Look, I... I owe you a phone call. I was gonna call you today, okay? Travolta signed. I swear to fucking God, he signed. We're good to go! PETER: Can I help you? Maybe you can, maybe you can't. Are you Farrel? Sorry. I don't know you, sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. Hey. You might not recognize my associate here, but I have a feeling you know who I am. Mr. Douglas. I take that as proof that you're the one that sent the email regarding our mutual friend, Steve Walsh. Did you have any trouble finding the place? No. That's what GPS is for. Now I believe we have some business to attend to. This way, this way. [footsteps] I'm sure you'll understand that in my line of business, I have to be careful about dealing with issues on a personal level. I'm sure it's very difficult for you. Very diplomatic of you there, Farrel. There's no need to sugarcoat things here, unless you're wearing a wire. I'm just fucking with you, I'm just, I'm just... It's a joke. You can laugh. Come on. And where is he? Is he down there? Here's your guy, Mr. Walsh. Hello, buddy! Hey, Walshy! Shaun. Goddamn it. If you got a cell phone, you gotta call the cops. Motherfucker put me in a trunk. I swear, I don't even know what the fuck... We're not here to save you. You owe me a phone call. Yeah, yeah, I, I... I know. I know I owe you a phone call. Look, I just found out last night that the funds didn't go through. Look, the day after I authorized the transfer, I got called to Minneapolis, my mother, God rest her, she got diagnosed with Alzheimer's and... Christ. Shaun, you of all people, should understand about family. Wait, it, it, it... Goddamn it, why didn't you call me? We could have got back to the table. It... It doesn't even matter, okay? Look, I figured out the location. I swear to God. I got M. Night Shyamalan to direct this. The only thing I need is another Audrey audition tape, and we're good to go. No. That's enough out of you. You could just stop fucking talking, okay? - I swear to God. - Not another word. You need to understand something, Walsh. Your time for talking is over. Now, I know this is gonna be hard for you, but I need you to listen to what I have to say. When I say listen, I mean it. If you lips even part before I'm finished, Lucas will cut you from ear to ear. - Okay? - Yeah. Now, did you know that Mr. Farrel and I have something in common? No, don't answer. You came to me over a year ago with a business offer, but you didn't approach me like a man. You didn't walk in through the front door and make an appointment. No, you came at me through my only blind spot. You used my daughter. You used my Audrey. You filled her head with dreams of fame and stardom. She believed in you. She loved you. And I trusted in the faith that she had in you, but you lost my money. I didn't lose as much as the guy sitting above us right now. No, he lost everything all because of the promises you couldn't deliver. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't give a fuck about Mr. Farrel and his misfortune, but I need you to understand how that brought us here to this basement. You took away his pride, his money and fame, and you wiped your ass with it. He lost his wife and his daughter because of you. You pushed a man to the limits with all your lies, and this is the result, Walsh. Now... it's time to pay the piper. Cut him, Lucas. STEVE: No, no. [groaning, screaming] [grunting] You remember Louis the Frog? It's okay, you can answer. You remember him? Yeah, yeah. Fucker used fake French accents to get laid. Yeah, yeah, that's the guy. You know what happened to him? No, I have no idea. I didn't see him. No, and you'll never see him again. You wanna know why? Louis... stole from me. Eight kilos of cocaine without so much as a thank you or a kiss on my ass. Sounds like he got what he fucking deserved then. I'm so glad you understand the situation, know what I mean? See, no matter who you are, nobody steals from me. You pay for what you took. I didn't steal from you. Shaun, I invested your money. You need to understand the risk level, what you're comfortable with 'cause that's the film business. All right, well, the only person who needs to understand anything here is you. You stole from me, and now it's time to pay for what you took. [claps] So... Before I leave, I'm gonna inflict a hundred grand's worth of pain on you. What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing? Okay, wait, wait, wait! You didn't have to remind me this morning, and you don't have to remind me now. She's my daughter. I know it's her birthday. No! Look, I will be there for 7:00. Half past at the latest. I just have some stuff I have to deal with. No, I'm not drinking again. If you have to know, I'm writing. Joan... Joan, I can't argue with you right now, okay? I'll see you tonight. [groaning] Stop! God! Now, why would I do that? Look in the case. I can pay you back. I've heard that before. Swear to God, I can pay you back today, all of it, with interest. - Bullshit. - Look in the fucking case! - There's a check in there. - Checks? Who the fuck uses checks these days? "Robert Waldram." Ah, you've moved to scams in the big leagues. It's not a scam. It's not a fucking scam. It's a serious business venture. It's a holiday resort in Dubai. I'll get you in on the ground floor, I swear to God. 250,000. That's decent return on my investment. I can get it digitally transferred. - So we're good? - Yeah, we're good. But you still owe Audrey an apology. Yeah. Hey! What? Cut me loose. You said we're good. I'm not the only one you got business with. Hey! The fuck are you going? I have a feeling you're not getting out of here. No! Goddamn it! Get the fuck... Shaun, fuck you! STEVE: Goddamn it! I swear to fucking God! Finished with him? Yeah. He's beaten, but he's still breathing. - Then our business is done. - And we were never here. PETER: Of course. Erase what you recorded. I'm right in the middle. The folders too. Sure. [tapping keys] Hmm. [exhales] "Fuck you, he said." [engine starts] Hello? Yeah, he, uh... The package is secure. No, I'm sorry, Senator, the fee isn't negotiable. All right, then. I'll forward the address to this number. PETER: You got another visitor coming soon. Why are you doing this, Pete? I think your last guest explained it pretty well. No. Actually never came up with anything that made sense. Certainly nothing to warrant fucking kidnapping and zip ties and fucking torture. - Certainly nothing... - [table rattles] You invested in a film that I set up. Maybe it didn't turn out the way that you planned. That's the movie business, buddy, you know that. I tried to explain that shit to Douglas, but fuck. Yeah, I believed you, Steve. I thought you were this big-time Hollywood producer, and you believed in my script. You were gonna help me make my movie. What the fuck you mean, I don't believe in your script? Of course I believe in your script. I'm the one that fucking suggested you get an agent. That was me. I should get an agent. An agent because it's fucking good. You... saw me as an opportunity. Listen, man, I never forced you to do shit, not once. No. You just told me everything I needed to hear, so that I would. My daughter's college fund, second mortgage on the house, I gave you everything. How am I supposed to know about your financial situation? If I'd known you ran that close to the fucking edge, - maybe I wouldn't have... - You wouldn't have what? You wouldn't have what? - That, that, that... - Let me ask you. Would you have stopped me from taking that first drink? Would you have stopped me from being an asshole to my wife? Would you have stopped me from getting in the car that day? What car? We're done talking. What the fuck are you talking about? Pete, Pete! How the fuck am I supposed to know that you're an asshole to your wife? Maybe you give her a coat when she's cold! Maybe you hold the door open! But maybe you don't pull her hair when you bang her! God! [spits] They like that shit, you fucking pussy! Steve, Steve. There's somebody else here to see you. Please tell me it's not my mom. Christ. Taken enough shit for one day. ANDREW: You were always one for a good joke, Steve. And there was a time when I would've laughed with you. Holy shit, Andrew. I ain't seen you since you were the Democratic poster boy. Yeah, well, we were both a lot younger then. Yeah. You mind if we have a moment alone? We have some business to discuss in private. You don't have a stick of gum, do you? Cocksucker punched me in the nose a couple times. Just... Fuckin' tastes like blood, you know? ANDREW: Yeah, I do. I can't... I appreciate it. So... what the fuck are you doing here? I, uh... Sure you want something from me, right? Do you remember when we first met? [chuckles] Yeah, you fucking weirdo. The Italian restaurant. I don't remember the name. - Starts with a fucking C. - Carpaccios. Nice beef with a Stilton gravy on it. The waitress with the legs all the way up to her fucking ass. I remember. I got my face buried in that ass. Fucking glorious. What you told me that night? I... We talked about a number of things that night, buddy. Half the conversations were under the influence of vino. Well, let me remind you. You promised the ring off your finger that you could triple my campaign money in less than 72 hours. Yeah, I remember the conversation. I remember distinctively the conversation. It was the Flomech deal. Of course. I mean, it was a fucking rock solid deal. Each and every one of us were on the fucking ground floor, yeah. Then why did I end up with an empty account and no ring from your finger? For the same fucking reason that I did. No one in their right mind could have foreseen the CEO being brought up on charges - for insider trading. - But still... If the deal presented itself today, I'd recommend you do it. Still, you promised me that ring. There is no ring! You're right! There is no ring. - Then what? - Then it looks like I'm taking the fucking finger! No! I can pay you! Goddamn it! Then continue. Fuck, you gonna cut my finger? You put in 100,000 with a promise for three in return. Fine! Goddamn it! Plus interest. Fine! What kind of interest do you want? That was a while back. How about... 50? Fine. 50 grand. Done, fine. Fuck! Goddamn it! Cut me loose. We'll go right now to Grand National. You just... I'll... There's nothing I can do to help you. You gotta let me go to the bank, if you want the money, buddy. Fuck's sake, I just so happens I don't travel around with 350 fucking grand cash in my pocket. Call your bank. That's my fucking... Give me a phone. Give me a phone. I'll call 'em. I don't have one. What the fuck do you mean, you don't have a phone? I have one, but it's not here with me. - Why? - It's at the office because they are fucking traceable, and I was never fucking here, you genius. So what then, Andrew? What... Why don't you just get to the point? Tell me what the fuck you want. What is it that you fucking want? Tell me. You're clearly here for a fucking reason. We politicians have a bad rap nowadays. We're accused of talking too much. We make no decisions or the wrong ones. We spend too much or we don't develop enough programs. We don't defend our country, but we overspend on the military, and so forth and so on and blah blah blah. You get where I'm going here? No, and I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. We are accused of having no accountability. What the fuck does that have to do with anything? No accountability? It has to do with everything. Sooner or later, we will all be judged on what we have or what we have not done during our life. Fine, I'll give you 10 extra bonus points, you get me out now, access to a fucking bonus round! - What the fuck! - You're a funny man. [laughs] That's funny! - What the fuck do you want? - I'll tell you the truth. I don't give a shit about the 100K I lost or the return I never got. - Then what? - Acts and consequences. What? My opponent ran on this bullshit platform of cutting taxes and lowering costs. Oh, God, that's crazy. Cutting taxes, lowering costs, that sounds... You fucks have elections every four years anyway. It's too fucking late for that. - God. - No. There was a bridge. It was in bad disrepair. Needed to be torn down and rebuilt. My opponent, the new administration, he decided to fix it, just long enough for it to last for another four years. Well, it didn't. It collapsed six months later, just as a school bus full of children were crossing it. - 23 died! - You can't blame... 17 families never stopped mourning their dear angels! Your logic train just skipped a few tracks to land there. If I only had that money, I'd have won that election and none of that would've happened. How the fuck do you make that leap? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't pin that shit... I didn't kill anyone! No, you didn't kill those kids. You didn't topple that bridge. You didn't cut the budget, you didn't lose the election, but your actions provoked all the above. What do you want, Andrew? What the fuck do you want? Just tell me. How much? It's the money, right? How much? Just give me a number. Stop the bullshit and give me a fucking number. Have the fucking balls to give me a number! What do you want? I'll pay you! What? Oh, you're gonna pay me? With what? Money you stole from other people? No, no. Did I really just hear a politician talk to me about spending other people's money? - Fuck you! - No, fuck you. - Fuck you, motherfucker! - Fuck you! I want what you fucking promised! Fuck you! Damn it! - You fucking cut me! - You promised! You motherfucking piece of shit! Fuck you! Goddamn it! STEVE: Goddamn it, you fucker! [Steve grunting] [grunting] Shut up! Jesus Christ. Thank you for that, Mr. Farrel. It was cathartic. [flicks lighter] Nah, I quit when I stopped drinking. That's a good idea. Hey. And this. Yeah... MAN: Where have you been the last couple of days? STEVE: It was paperwork. This is no fucking good. [voices echoing] MAN: Don't think about it. Is he here? Yeah. Your fee, as discussed. You said 25. How long have I got? An hour enough? More than enough. STEVE: Sonia. Sonia. I knew it was you, sweetie. I always recognize that voice. Dark in here. Much better. Jesus Christ, you look like shit. I gotta admit, I'm not having my best of days, baby. Well, I always warned you that someday your lying and your cheating would catch up with you. You paying him? I don't understand. Are you paying him for time with me? You paying him money? Please tell me you're not buying into this fucking craziness. - What craziness is that? - Oh, come on. Lot of bad shit going on in his life he fucking blames me for. It has fuck all to do with me. I can't see how he connects the fuckin' dots. Just wanna do right by him. Just like you did right by me? [groans] - God! - You used to like that. Or I thought you did anyway. You know I like it, baby. I love that shit. Nobody could ever fake a dick that hard, but you know we were always a temporary thing. You know that. I did? What the fuck you telling me? Come on. We're two consenting adults, and you're fucking married. You were never gonna leave Zach. Christ. I guess I just got... mixed signals. STEVE: Yeah. Yeah. Memory Lane. While I'm tied to this chair, huh? Memory Lane. [screams] You fucking cunt! [groans] Fucking cunt! Because when you said that we were leaving for Mauritius, I actually thought that you meant us! [Sonia shouts] [vomits] You're fucking insane! God! No. Insane was thinking that you actually loved me. - [stab] - [groaning] You know I love you, baby. Bullshit! I went to the airport with ticket in hand and packed fucking bags when your husband sent some visitors to greet me, and they beat me into a fucking coma, you fucking imbecile, and it took me months to regain my memory. God! [groaning] Do you still have the money I gave you? 237 grand, every fucking nickel. That's enough for us to start a life together. I don't need your fucking money anymore. I got my own fucking money. I always loved you. Come here, baby, come here. Let me whisper something in your ear. Closer. We can still do this, sweetie. We can still have some sand between our toes and blue ocean. You like that? We can do that, we can do that. You just, uh... You just gotta get me outta here. That sound like something you like? Does that sound like something you want? You want that? Is that what you fucking want? - Wh-Why? - Why? Let's go with the two fucking holes in my legs. But really, baby, it's because I've been serving you platters of cock that you don't deserve to be in the same fucking bed with. You see, I like you, Sonia, and you fucking disgust me at the same time. Blame it on my hemorrhaging Madonna-whore complex. [mumbles] Okay, Petey, where you at, faggot? Oh! Goddamn it! That's Garvey! [groans] [groans] Oh, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy. Hey there. You don't look too good, do you? Ah, you fucking cunt. Don't go anywhere, huh? Gonna take out the trash before this bitch starts to stink the place up. No, no, no, don't even think about it. I got this. You sit tight, all right? It's the least I could do. [grunts] Fucking heavy bitch. [grunts] Come on! [grunts] You know, I'll be honest, Sonia, and I do think we're at the point in our relationship where we can be truthful with each other, don't you agree? Good. Glad we're on the same page. 'Cause the truth is, honey, I... I was never even gonna meet you to begin with. Christ, I didn't even buy the fucking ticket. Which is weird, you know, 'cause I... actually like you, sweetie. You know, therapist says I always destroy the things I love. You know, fucking therapist says, I always do damage to the ones 'cause I'm afraid of getting hurt, which would make perfect sense if I ever met somebody that wasn't afraid to get hurt. Fucking cunt therapist, you know? So I guess I just, I just... I just wanna know if you forgive me for this? Fair enough. Good talk. [grunting] [shouts] Fuck! Where the fuck do you think you're going? [gunshot] Oh, shit! [Peter groans] I think you and me need to go inside. Now. [groans] Right there. Sit down before you fall down. You must be loving this. Oh, yeah, it's how I love to spend every weekend. Now tell me this. You got anything decent to drink in this shit hole? Cabinet. There should be a bottle of bourbon. Oh, yeah! There's my Peter! Some cheap fucking garbage, right? Why don't you... Why don't you pour that? My grip's a little weak right now. Right there. Why don't you shoot me and get it over with? Oh, for fuck's sake. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have shot you in the goddamn leg. Pour it. What's wrong, Peter? What, are you too good to have a drink with your old buddy Steve? I don't drink. What if I insist? There you go now. You're getting into the spirit of things, huh? Salud. Fuck you. I told you I don't drink. Ah, yeah. Well, you see, that's not what you said downstairs. See, what you said downstairs, you said that I drove you back to the bottle. That's what you said. Yeah, but a lot's happened since then. - I've changed. - Oh! There you go, Saint Peter. I mean, fuck. Saint Peter I knew, I mean, he'd never kidnap somebody, invite people over to torture 'em. That would never happen. Oh, we're not friends. Semantics. Tell me this. What the fuck happened in your life that brought you here to this table, with me holding the cord over your fate? What the fuck happened to you? Estelle. Ah, yeah. Daddy's little girl, huh? Tell me, what'd she do? She do something naughty? She get out late? What'd she do? [groans] [laughing] Me and Joan were fighting all the time. Mostly about my drinking. And she worked all day. I drank. Estelle was at the mall with her friends, and Joan asked me to go pick her up. I knew I shouldn't have stopped for a drink, but... I never even saw the stop. [tires screeching] She went through the windshield like a rag doll. And I held her in my arms. And I told her everything was gonna be all right. But I was lying. There was too much blood. I knew everything wasn't gonna be all right. She died before the paramedics even got there. Why, I'm... sorry for your loss, Peter, but fuck you! And what, that's all... That's all my fault, huh? It's my fault you invested in the film business, huh? Which requires balls, you fucking pussy! It's my fault you bought into the bullshit? It's my fault you didn't listen to me? It's my fault you believe in Santa Claus? Fuck you! You're gonna need those. Sooner or later, I'm gonna need to use both of my hands. Forgive me, but I just don't trust you to cooperate. [chuckles] I know. It's my own fucking insecurity, right? Zip tie your ankles. I hope you don't me using your minutes. [ringing] [ringing continues] - Rose, baby. - Oh, fuck, baby. Baby, I was worried to death. Are you okay? Talk to me. Yeah, I know it sounded scary. No, yeah, misunderstanding. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Can ya? I need you to come and pick me up. Take this down. Got a pen? Of course I can, baby. Just tell me where. 876 Brown Road, 78622. You got it down? I got it, baby. I'll be there as fast as I can. Do you need me to call the police? No, no, no. I got it all under control. Rose, Rose... wear those red panties, baby. I'm gonna need to fuck you. I'll wear your favorite panties. Don't worry, baby. [printer whirring] Is this your place? No. It belongs to Joan's family. This is nice. You should think about moving out here. It's peaceful, you know? It might be good for you, you know? Put your hands behind your back. Hands behind your back. You know, if you were out here, I think you could use the time to evaluate all that shit you've been carrying with you, you know? That bad feeling. I know it's not healthy to keep that shit bottled up. Buddy, don't get me wrong. I understand, you know, you losing your daughter. Oh, no, fucking hell, I mean, it was your own fault for being a goddamn alcoholic. Fuck, I mean, that would fuck me up too, right? Jesus Christ. PETER: You really don't see it, do you? You ruined every life that you touched. Ruined? Fuck off. I try to help people. I try to improve their situation. You're out of your fucking mind. Let me tell you something. That's really rich, coming from the guy that wrote a script about a kidnapping he's actually carrying out. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I read that shit, and it's fucking glorious! Tell me this though. Tell me this. Do you and I need an agreement? You know, because I'm actually in the story. Like life rights. I think we do. But we'll get back to that, all right? You're gonna kill me. Just get it over with. Despite everything we've been through, I really think you and I can be friends, and I also need you to get my money back. [Peter groans] That doesn't feel good, does it? [panting] You'll feel much better here. Look at that, Pete. Oh, shit. You're gonna be all right. I actually think that hurt you more than it hurt me. Oh, fuck you. You really don't like me, do you? I'm glad that's starting to sink in. Ah, luckily enough, we don't have to like each other. Okay, if you would be so kind, sir, I'm gonna need your password. Fuck yourself. "Fuck yourself." Let's give it a try. Okay. Well, let's see who's showing up next. Come on, buddy, it's your guest list. Who's next? Ms. Ellis, is she next? Come on, old buddy. She's not coming. Refused the invite, huh? Fucking attagirl, Ms. Ellis. See? Not everybody is blaming me for their fuck-ups. No, she wanted to come. She's in Australia on business. Well, that leaves Lou and Mike. I spoke to Mike this morning, so it must be Lou, right? Hey, you know I know it was Lou. It's fuckin' Lou. Well... You and I are gonna be ready for him, aren't we? What time is he arriving? What time is it now? It's quarter past two. He's late. Yeah, that's Lou, all right. Hey, Petey, I ever tell you about the time I met Lou Michaels? Fucker was just getting started in real estate, right? A ton of fucking cash, not a molecule of confidence. And he needed me to find him a piece of commercial real estate for this mall project. And I wanted to help him, just like I wanted to help you, you know? I like people. I'm a people person. [gun clicking] [panting] Fuck. LOU: Farrel. This isn't a good time. [chuckles] I can see that. You look like shit. And this is exactly the time you told me to be here. Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels. Plans have changed. Uh-uh. After our last conversation, you assured me everything was good, Farrel. I paid your fee in advance, as agreed. I want what I paid for. A deal's a deal. I suggest you take me to see Walsh, huh? He's dead. He what? He... is... dead! Hmm. You telling me I paid good money to put a beating on that son of a bitch, and now he's dead? [laughs] I gotta see this. You're fucking kidding me. Okay. Down here. [Peter groans] - Is this some kinda joke? - He's right there. You're gonna kill a man, Pete, you gotta make sure he's dead. Just an FYI. Fuck. You mind if I smoke these things? 'Cause my body is a fucking temple. Take his belt off. Tie his arms out of the way. We don't want this fool putting up a fight, do we, Pete? I'm glad to see he's still alive. PETER: What are you planning on doing now? You know, at first, I really wanted to kill him, but I've had a change of heart. I... I think he's worth more alive, and it gives me an opportunity to negotiate with him, which you can help me do. And what if I said... Fuck you! Then I shoot you in the fucking face. [sighs] Okay, we ready to get started? - Absolutely. - Attaboy. [grunts] What the fuck's going on? You said he was dead. You know, I think Mark Twain actually said it best, something to the effect of "the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." I don't know if it's actually, but you get the point. I look like shit, but you can see that I'm alive and kicking. And, Lou, I don't think you'd be too surprised to find out that I'm pretty upset with you, buddy. You shot me. I did, and that's normally not something I would do. See, Lou, I don't think you came here to cuddle with me, did you, buddy? It turns out our brand of loyalties, and that really fucking hurts my feelings, Lou. You son of a bitch, Walsh. - See, I like that. - What do you want? See, that's what I like about you, Lou. Full fucking throttle. It's all business, buddy. You're a cross-dresser, you get the motherfucking sex tape! That's what you do, Lou! Yeah, and you've always loved flapping your lips. Touch. And he's right, you know? My therapist says I have a sort of emotional Tourette's. LOU: You ask me for money? STEVE: I don't ask anybody for anything but the time, so... Nah. You just love hearing the sound of your own bullshit-spouting voice. Well, that may be, you know, but I'm gonna tell you just like I told her. You never get to a point during the fucking, where they control the pace and the depth. [Lou screams] Fuck! [groaning] What do you want, Walsh? You know, buddy... this might surprise you, but... but I am in a bit of a financial situation that I'm hoping you can help me out with. [Lou scoffs] Y-You're asking me for money? I don't ask anybody for money, Lou. I'm inquiring about your desire to invest with me, and you should consider it an investment. Think very long and hard about it 'cause it secures your future in this world. Go fuck yourself. [exhales] Well, it looks like you need some bit of persuading. I don't know how he's talked you around, but whatever's he's offered you... He's the one with the gun, asshole. STEVE: Hit him in his knee. Hit him in his knee, I swear to God, I'll shoot you both in the fucking balls. Fucking moron. [screaming] You got a beautiful wife, Lou. And your daughter, she's... she's precious, buddy. Leave my family out of this. I will leave your family out of it, Lou. You got my word. You know, it's the one part of you that I'm actually jealous of 'cause I don't have one myself, you know? But I've read about them in books, and they seem like a pretty wonderful thing to be a part of. We don't have to do this, buddy. Just transfer the funds into my account, and we're done. Simple business transaction. - Never gonna happen, Walsh. - Oh, it's gonna happen. You want me tell you why it's gonna happen? Because phonies like you always put self-preservation above loyalty. Hit him again. Just give him what he wants. Hit him again! I'm not gonna say it again. Fucking moron. [screams] Fucking... Password, Lou. I can't. Not that account, Walsh. Hit him again. [groaning] Harder! [groans] Fuck! Password! There it is. There's that point. Tell me again about how fucking loyal you are. Tell me again about how fucking ethical you are, how different you are than me 'cause we're about to find out if you're a fucking phony. - [gunshot] - [Lou screams] [groaning] [panting] Hey, buddy. I don't wanna have to do that again. Give me a password. [Lou clears throat] Four, five... G, X... six, seven... [grunts] Fuck. K, N... Well, there you go, buddy. Round one goes to self-preservation. Now, see, this is the shit that I can't wrap my fucking head around. You came all the way out here for a $60,000 land deal that went sideways 10 fucking years ago, has $3 million sitting in his account unattended to. I told you. I told you it's not my money. That land deal never was any good, and you know it. You lied about the planning consent, and like an idiot, I bought into it. You see, I don't like hearing that shit. You have no idea what it takes to put a deal together. You can't wrap your fucking head around it. Does anybody ever offer me any gratitude or shake my hand like a fucking gentleman? No one does. Well, I'll tell you something else. That land permit, Lou, was guaranteed to me. And how did it turn out? Yeah, and I take that personal failing every single day, while you fucks run for the trees. Whatever hurdle pops up in front of me, I jump over, and I search for profit. But you fucks are running home crying. Let's do a little calculation here, shall we? Taking into consideration lost wages, personal trauma, billable hours, I don't know, seem like a fair price to you? I can't. Antolini will kill me. Oh, come on, I'm leaving you with a quarter-million dollars. That's plenty enough money for you to disappear. You can go and fucking hide, long before he finds out you tried to shove a little cock up his butt. He's gonna kill you no matter what you do. STEVE: I'd appreciate some silence here. I'm trying to have a conversation. You take that money, Antolini will come after you right after he's put a bullet in my head. You see, I'm gonna let you both in on a little secret. Antolini is gonna come after me anyway, as soon as he realizes the Dubai land deal fell through, even though I have a wonderful contingency program. But just like you, that fat fuck wouldn't jog towards a profit if it meant he's gonna break a fucking sweat. You're fucking crazy. [Lou groans] I'll tell you this though. After you've transferred the funds, I'll be rich, and I'll be crazy, which is good because I'm gonna need some surgical procedures. You see, I seem to be missing one of my favorite fingers right there. Your both as good as fucking dead. STEVE: You again. The only reason I'm here is because you couldn't accept your own personal fucking failings. There's "loser" written all over your fucking DNA. Why don't you keep your fucking mouth shut? So, Lou... where to, buddy? I'm gonna need a confirmation code. You don't wanna do this, Walsh. There's some cash back at the office. It's not three million, but... And loyalty took an early leave. That's good. It's not how I think it's gonna end up, but... So tell me this. What kind of value do you place on your life? - What? - The money back at the safe, is there enough in there to buy your life? Shit, I don't know. Because if the amount doesn't match what's on that screen, I need a confirmation code. You're gonna let him do this? So I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, Lou. He's actually helping me. - Go fuck yourself. - Ooh! There's the head of those balls I was talking about right there. If you find them, hang onto them 'cause you're gonna need them. 'Cause I feel like self-preservation's making a strong comeback! Pick up the pliers. Pick up the fucking pliers right now. I'm not gonna say it again. Pick the fucking pliers up! Steve, there's $200,000 in cash sitting upstairs. You don't need to do this. What the fuck do you know what I need? What makes you think you know anything about me? Maybe it's not about the money anymore. Maybe it's about the fact that you drug me out here so you could watch others take out their anger on me 'cause you don't have the balls to do it face-to-fucking-face. Put the gun down, we'll go fucking now. No shit, fucking tough guy. If you ever found the balls to talk to me, your vagina would swallow them whole. I'm gonna count to five. If I don't get a confirmation code, you're gonna take those pliers, and you're gonna remove a molar from his mandible. - One! - No! - Two! - Get the fuck away from me. I need those four numbers, Lou! - Three! - Just fucking shoot me, man! - Four! - Get the fuck away from me! - Just give him what he wants. - I can't! - Five! Pull it! - God damn you! - Pull it! - Don't make me do this. Farrel, don't fucking do it. Don't... Don't you fucking dare. [screaming] [spits] I'm gonna need a confirmation code, Lou. I don't wanna do it too. Six... eight... two... nine. 6-8-2-9. You know, this always amazes me, you know? It's the heat from my finger on the screen. When I touch it... I just became almost $3 million richer. [chuckles] Self-preservation, buddy. Reigning, defending, undisputed. Thank you, Lou. Antolini's gonna kill me. You want some help with that, buddy? [click] [gunshot] That script on your laptop I found on your computer. What about it? Are you still planning on doing it? I mean, 'cause if you are, I know a guy, funds that type of film. It's all he does, night and day. I mean, if you're still interested. Are you seriously fucking asking me that? Well, why would you fucking write it if you don't plan on making it into a movie? That makes no fucking sense. My sponsor. Your sponsor. Yeah. After the crash, I joined the AA. My sponsor thought writing about it would give me closure, keep me from drinking. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But tell me this. Whose idea was it to act it out, huh? I'm taking it that's all you, right? Yeah, that was all me. It's funny. Once I started writing, I couldn't help but imagine doing all these things to you. Oh, I bet there's all kinda things you wanna do to me. Is that right? Fill that shit up. Yeah. There's those balls I was talking about. Reach down there and give them a squeeze. Hey, brother, you're making me... Daddy wanted to be here, baby girl, but he's busy. [sighs] He says he's writing again. I hope he is. It'll be good for him. All of your friends miss you so much. I love you so much, baby girl. Peter. [sobbing] [keyboard clicking] [groaning] [keyboard clicking] - [groaning] - ROSE: Fuck, Steve? Steve? Oh, my God, baby. - Rosie? - Fuck. - Oh, my God. - Rosie, baby! Hey, hey, I'm here. Babe, you gotta get me outta here. Okay, okay, I'm gonna take care of you. - You're fine, you're fine. - Okay. [groaning] Oh, my God. There's just something... There's something about you, okay... - Rosie! - That I can't resist. - Ah, Rosie! - All these prints. Listen, baby, baby, baby, listen to me. Listen to me, baby. No, listen. I swear to God, I'll fuck the cat lick right out of you, as soon as I get better, baby. I can't, I can't. It hurts, Hurts. [groans] Baby, no. [groans] Ah, baby! No, just... [groans, grunts] Come on, Rosie. [snoring] [keyboard clicking] Rosie? Rosie, baby, you gotta help me. Baby, you gotta help me get outta here. You used my money to pay off Shaun Douglas. What are you talking about, baby? - Where'd you get that? - That doesn't matter. No, no, no, no, baby. Peter made that shit. He's a fucking liar. He fabricated that. He showed it to me. He... I called the bank. [laughing] Oh, Rosie, baby. Baby, don't you just wanna suck it one last... 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